un: jaycetalis | video

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[If anyone hasn’t seen Jayce within the past few months, he looks quite a bit different. His hair is longer, he has a beard, and doesn’t seem quite as full of energy as he might have in the past. He’s also not dressing as uptight as he used to— a lack of vest and tie, exchanged for just a simple button up shirt. The background is once again S.T.A.R. labs, although he’s not trying to hide it this time.]

Hey, Etrayans. For those new to this whole thing, welcome. I’m Jayce Talis. For those who came from Pollux, also welcome. I can say with full confidence Aurora’s better at this than Castor is.

[Aurora probably won’t appreciate that comment, but whatever. He stands by it. But that aside…]

I’m putting out a call for fellow scientists to come together and work collaboratively on research involving what we know about Etraya, and more importantly, what we don’t know. This could also include strategizing developments to improve our lives here, and solving problems with our understanding in our respective fields. 


Something that we have here that we lack in our own worlds is the variety of perspectives. In my world, some of our greatest achievements are beyond what’s possible in other worlds, but we don’t have plastics or microwaves. Think of this as an opportunity for all of us to better ourselves, in this… transient existence we’re all stuck in.

Meetings would be here, in S.T.A.R. labs, every Thursday morning. No requirements if you want to participate other than an open mind, and a good attitude. No shooting down suggestions without hearing things out, and if you happen to have some sort of grudge against any of the participants here, you leave it at the door when you come in, or you’re not coming in.

[OOC: Feel free to threadjack around if you'd like!]

Comments

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Really worried I was going to die in Fae-land, huh? It was mostly harmless.

[rudelanguage]

[derisive:] Yeah! Mostly harmless! Noooo problems whatsoever for anyone. Great. Coolcoolcoolcool cool.

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... Did you get hurt there?

[rudelanguage]

Be pretty pathetic to get hurt in a mostly harmless nightmare realm, right?

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Has anyone ever told you you're really good at being passive aggressive?

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[pause.

she's thinking about it.]

No. I mean--probably not. So either...thanks or shut up. I guess.

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I'm going to guess the wrong thing if you don't tell me what you mean, so either you did get hurt in the Fae-land and you're not telling me, or something else happened.

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I don't think it matters anymore, does it? Like. I didn't die. I checked. I don't have the stink. And that's the factor, as...as far as we know. So.

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But you nearly did to the point you weren't sure if you did or not? That's kind of a big deal, Antigone.

[Full real name use activated.]

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Well, that--er, that wasn't from the almost-getting-eaten or the trap-springing, that was more the-- [incomprehensible filler noises.] Okay, look! Look. When you-- like...there's a threshold you hit. When you don't sleep for three weeks. The potions take the edge off but you're still on the edge, you get me?

It did make those last few days or hours or whatever they were go by reeeeeeally fast-seeming, though. I can't remember which parts were real properly.

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[Good God.]

Tell me you've slept now that we're back.

[rudelanguage]

Yes.

[...

wait.]

...How many days we been back, would you say? Roundabout.

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Like a week at least.

[Girl he does not know the passage of time well either.]

[rudelanguage]

Oh, damn. Yeah, I guess I did sleep!

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[Sighs.]

I'm coming to your camp.

[rudelanguage]

What? Why?

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Because you're still sleep deprived. I'm bringing sleepy time tea.

[rudelanguage]

Eh? Huh? What? I'm pretty sure I must've slept for a week, whaddya mean?

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Wait, you slept for a whole week?

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Hey man, you said it's been like a week, yeah? So, I think...yeah? I ran outta the stuff to make the stuff, so I kinda just...y'know...

[makes a teetering, falling, splatting noise.]

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So you feel fine now?

[Aside from the obvious anxieties that are happening.]

[rudelanguage]

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I guess so.

What's in the tea?

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Chamomile, mostly. But I have other flavors.

[rudelanguage]

[humming noise.]

...Probably not the worst thing, I guess.

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Are you saying you want me to come by with tea anyway?